My friend here, is a nice old lady, named Mrs. G. Smith. We have gone way back. Her daughter used to babysit me, and now I babysit her daughters daughter. Yes, Mrs G. Smith is a Granny, but that doesn't stop her from being the life of the party. Last night she came for dinner, and she started to walk on the table! She is shrinking though, she used to be nine inches, but now she is only eight. She used to be a model. That's why she had me take these pictures, she's quiet pretty for her age, all of the other turtle would love to have the smooth skin like her. Now she is living in my fridge, because Pete zza God was summoned by another little kid who has an edible imagination.
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